“It is only a prick.” I told myself the first time I watched her inject insulin into her thigh.
The words echoed round my head whilst I tried to mask the grimace on my face.
“It’s only a prick.” I reassured her as I watched her tremble as she squeezed blood from her finger to get her most recent sugar readings.
It’s just a finger prick she has to endure at least six times a day.
It’s just an injection that she has to tolerate ever two to three days.
It’s just a pump she has to wear night and day attached by tube to her body.
It’s just insulin that she needs to survive.
It’s just the heat that makes her sugars go low, it’s just the cold that makes her go high.
It’s just worry that causes her to drop like a stone and need fast acting sugar.
It’s just hormones that will ultimately drive her blood sugar levels wild in her teens.
It’s just a headache that you get when your blood sugars are high.
It’s just a thirst that can’t be sated when your blood readings are over 20.
It’s is just a dizziness that is all consuming when your sugars are low.
It’s just a risk of seizures we have to be aware of when the meter tells us she is hypo.
It is just an hour or two that it takes to recover from an hypo.
It is just a few hypos that she has a week.
It is just a nightly check at 2am that we parents have to do in order to sleep easy.
It is just part of our life knowledge that diabetes can kill if you don’t control it.
It is just how we live.
But we don’t want to it to be always like this for Molly.
We want a cure, we want an end to the Postcode Lottery that is rife in Uk that dictates what level of funding for support that you can access.
We want to see Molly grow, travel, climb mountains, do whatever her heart desires in order to achieve her dreams.
We want to see her do this without worrying about if she has enough insulin, if her pump is working, if she has enough sugar to save herself from a hypo.
We want a future without Diabetes in it.
And we are prepared to work for it.
This week is Diabetes week, where we are trying to raise awareness and vital funds to help further research for cures and improved treatments.
I am asking for as little as a pound, if you can spare it, to help fight against Diabetes.
Here is what you will get in return.
Molly’s Dad is being the bravest and embarking on a 100 mile bike ride in August through London. Surely a pound is worth all his saddle sores. Plus before this year he didn’t even own a bike!
I am opting for a dirtier challenge. On July 12th and September 7th I will be taking part in a Spartan and a Wild Run. Basically, I will be throwing myself through rivers, charging under cargo nets and swinging over mud filled swamps. I need to train for strength and distance, and I am doing it all for my daughter.
And the kids?
Well they want to join in the fight and fundraise. So they are doing the kids version of Spartan with me in September. My four year old is doing the baby version and the twins are tackling more of a muddier mayhem course.
Molly is terrified, she isn’t a fan of filth and worries she won’t complete. Once we get her legs out of the plaster casts they are both in at moment for treatment of a different disorder we plan on spending the summer sprinting and lifting.
We are all going to push ourselves to new limits to try and raise as much money for Molly and Diabetes.
Please sponsor Molly, Owen, Libby-Sue, and their brave Dad and foolish mother. The link is here, even a pound can make a difference.